Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
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“Can’tIhaveashower?”
Hesighs.
“Ifyouhaveashower,I’llwantonewithyou,andyouandIknowwhatwillhappenthen—thedaywilljustgo.Come.”
He’sexcited.Likeasmallboy,he’siridescentwithanticipationandexcitement.Itmakesmesmile.
“Whatarewedoing?’
“It’sasurprise.Itoldyou.”
Ican’thelpbutgrinupathim.“Okay.”Iclamberoffthebedandsearchformyclothes.Ofcoursetheyareneatlyfoldedonthechairbesidemybed.He’slaidoutapairofhisjerseyboxerbriefs,too—RalphLauren,noless.Islipthemon,andhegrinsatme.Hmm,anotherpieceofChristianGrey’sunderwear—atrophytoaddtomycollection—alongwiththecar,theBlackBerry,theMac,hisblackjacket,andasetofvaluableoldfirsteditions.Ishakemyheadathislargesse,andIfrownasascenefromTesscrossesmymind:thestrawberryscene.Itevokesmydream.TohellwithDr.Flynn—Freudwouldhaveafieldday—andthenhe’dprobablydietryingtodealwithFiftyShades.
“I’llgiveyousomeroomnowthatyou’reup.”Christianexitstowardthelivingarea,andIwanderintothebathroom.Ihaveneedstoattendto,andIwantaquickwash.Sevenminuteslater,Iaminthelivingarea,scrubbed,brushed,anddressedinjeans,mycamisole,andChristianGrey’sunderwear.Christianglancesupfromthesmalldiningtablewherehe’seatingbreakfast.Breakfast!Jeez,atthistime.
“Eat,”hesays.
Holycrap…mydream.Igapeathim,thinkingabouthistongueonhispalate.Hmm,hisexperttongue.
